The Underworld, Great Zhen territory!
Jun Tianxia led thirty Ancestral Immortals toward Chang Capital at full speed.
Jun Tianxia flew at the head, with a group of Ancestral Immortals behind him.
"Sacred King, is Chang Capital's current fighting strength really this weak?" one Ancestral Immortal asked doubtfully.
"Rest assured. In the sun realm, Zhong Shan has invited all the heroes of the world to his banquet. If Zhong Shan doesn't want his body in the sun realm to die, most of his forces will certainly have transferred there. This trip will definitely let us kill the Zhong Shan of the underworld in one stroke!" Jun Tianxia said in a deep voice.
"Yes!"
"We're almost there—right ahead!" another Ancestral Immortal shouted.
"BOOM~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"
The heavens suddenly let out a deafening boom. Waves of mournful wails abruptly rang out as dark clouds blanketed the sky, plunging heaven and earth into gloom.
A powerful grief filled the world in every direction.
"Whoosh!"
Blood-red rain poured down from the sky, while bloody mist rose from the earth.
"Buzz!" Everyone halted in midair.
Shock appeared on every face.
"Sacred King, this, this is...!" an Ancestral Immortal asked with a frown.
Jun Tianxia drew a deep breath and closed his eyes, as if sensing the heavens and earth. When he opened them, he said, "In the sun realm, Mitian Sage has fallen. It happened at the High Heaven Court of Great Zhen in the sun realm!"
"A Sage has fallen? Did Zhong Shan kill a Sage?" an Ancestral Immortal cried out.
"It shouldn't be, but one thing is certain: the heroes of Northern Continent in the sun realm have begun fighting. Hurry. Zhong Shan must be overwhelmed in the sun realm!" Jun Tianxia exhaled slowly.
"Yes!" Everyone ignored the celestial phenomenon and shot rapidly toward Chang Capital—